Текст песни Cam`Ron f Dutch, Spade - Sports, Drugs, and Entertainment
Cam`Ron f Dutch, Spade - Sports, Drugs, and Entertainment слова песни
Dutch:I`m from where niggas get killed for running they mouthI`m from where niggas get they weight up in front of they houseCop coke strap it to the waist of they spouseI don`t think I`ll ever know what all this hatin aboutGot a deal I don`t know what perpetrating aboutGot big guns dog, one pop and you outLove women that suck and keep the nut in they mouthWhile I lean back geeking how she loving my houseLet me tell you three things that the Dutch is about`Cuzzi bubbles, grands, slow dick in yo mouthAnd when u hear that (moan) he kicking you outHell naw I`m ain`t no hater that`s just what I`m aboutSpade:AyoThey wanna flip meBounce meHalf and quarter ounce meTry to speak my name out loud and mispronounce meHit me four five rubber grip meThem hoes love me in a five but the dealer trying to six meDimes wanna twist meNah you can`t kiss meGo `head with the mo` at the bar You better Cris meBaby blue 528 doing sixtyCuttin` swiftly Duckin` fiftyHit my hoe crib for a nice dick suck and a quickyKilla Cam, Dutch and the Spade flow sicklyThe streets shiftySo I keep my toolIf yo ass wanna live you better keep your coolMotherfuckerCam`Ron:Yo, Yo, Yo where I`m from they let the cartridge blastEverybody smart in mathLoan sharks with cashRunning from the narks and taskStreets arts and craft ?Come on I start to laughCause I almost caught the case with Rich Parker assNow a nigga paid out suede couchI`m into hooded thingsBitch butt be way outThese cats be HecliffWhen I come around they play mouseMickey and MinnieJerry from TomHeavy in armsIn front of bam bamHanna Barbara loverCollar big Cotton candy blue gators polishmentY`all in astonishment looking for acknowledgmentWe pour it on `emMeet a snitch throw wall off on emAny repercussions make sure my seeds bubbleIf you ain`t hear me on clue I said I see doubleGuns double tecksHoes double sexAccountant handle my money but I double checkBubble lexAin`t too much more I care aboutLiquor store and the Bronx old warehouse Clear it out L`s with my liquorSounds sew a helluva whisperGas-ing up a hoe tell her you miss herDealing with the old timers was a helluva listenerBusiness sale a few differNigga pelican slippersMommy is senselessGet my moola I`m conscientiousTell Medi she buy me benzesPour favorHarlem mamma poorWe fell off but back on nigga time to ballHung 45th and Lennox 3 piece suit bean pies the final callGun up in the spinal cordI got no time for y`allWe 8 digets you play frigateKilla don`t cook he blaze biscuitsAround us straight midgetsJewels we keep frozenY`all keep dozingThe wolf in sheeps clothes and Streets buzzing V dozenBitches calling me husbandSaying we fuck when we wasn`t Lying on her coochie